I'm not entirely sure how I get to sleep, or how I even function the next morning, but after a few days of Bun being a traitor and clinging to Super Nanny she's now glomped onto my leg and refusing to step more than two inches away from me, even forcing me to hold her when I use the bathroom.
Which I don't.
Culminating in about a fifteen-minute temper tantrum over the thirty seconds it took me to go pee, and no, it wasn't worth the fight.
Dylan… hasn't returned, and Super Nanny isn't explaining much. It leaves me a little off-kilter. I'd expected Sadie and the cat to return last night, and the kids—mainly Sara and Jer—are deeply upset, convinced they've come to some sort of irreparable harm.
"Dylan still hasn't contacted you?" I push Rudolph. No, wait—Randy.
Right, his name is Randy.
Seriously, why is his name the only one I can't remember? It isn't that strange.
